[{"id":9407217,"name":"Soda Pop","trackName":"Soda Pop","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks","albumName":"Bar Tab 2","duration":168.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Verse one: e-swift\n\nHoes on my nuts just because of my position\nCan't fade the bitches that's always bitchin\nLove to kick beats, rock rhymes on occasion\nDown with the niggaz that the hoes keep pagin\nGimme gimme gimme my gin and super-sak\nThen, let me hit the doobie, can't fuck with the rock\nBust one shot if you're (with me with me)\nNiggaz swing back don't (hit me hit me)\nI can freak freak the funk the funk funk\nAnd hit skins all night if I wanna when I'm drunk\nCan't fade the pop pop pop goes the nina\nTha liks be rockin shows from new york to pasadena\nWhen it comes to rhymes -- God damn I can rock em\nWhen it comes to boots -- God damn I can knock em\nGot mad flavor so do me a favor\nAnd bump that shit it's the motherfuckin liks!\n\nVerse two: field trip\n\nAiyyo, I cut like a ginsu, I been through, hell\nAnd back, stabbers get swell\nTossed from my balls\nBitches lick the crush off my balls\nPause, yo\nI'm lickin off walls\nTo scatter, nigga this is theory\nAnd my shit is kinda fatter\nStagger, cause I got shanked by a dagger\nYo you can't fuck with the wild wild west\nI'm a shady ass nigga and I slit you like stress\nThey say ballers only sport guess\nBut that's a motherfuckin lie 'cause I got a pair of levi's\nNiggaz rollin thick like a new york steak\nField trip on the beach (now got your momma on some pancakes)\nI know you sayin (damn that little nigga's dope)\nI got a loaded tec nine under my motherfuckin coat\nNiggaz wanna jack the back, never nope\nI stick my gat down your throat, and tell your ass no\n\nVerse three: tash\n\nThe forty's kickin in I gotta drain my main vein\nGot drinks in my freezer bust styles I can't explain\nAnd the name of my group ain't changin 'cause it fit us\nHit us, one time, for my cats that ain't with us\nOn the down low drinkin whiskey in the basement\nIf a sample won't clear I substitue with a replacement\n(one two ya don't stop when it hits two o'clock\nYou can't buy the alcohol so you drink soda pop\nLike that and uhh, it's like that\nSometimes it's like that)\n\n[king tee] yeah, yeah, yeah, ay\nHow y'all like that one right there?\nY'all like that one?\nYeah, that's my boys\nThem my boys tha alkaholiks yaknowhati'msayin?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Soda Pop\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks\n  album: Bar Tab 2\n  duration_ms: 168000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Verse one: e-swift\n\n  Hoes on my nuts just because of my position\n  Can't fade the bitches that's always bitchin\n  Love to kick beats, rock rhymes on occasion\n  Down with the niggaz that the hoes keep pagin\n  Gimme gimme gimme my gin and super-sak\n  Then, let me hit the doobie, can't fuck with the rock\n  Bust one shot if you're (with me with me)\n  Niggaz swing back don't (hit me hit me)\n  I can freak freak the funk the funk funk\n  And hit skins all night if I wanna when I'm drunk\n  Can't fade the pop pop pop goes the nina\n  Tha liks be rockin shows from new york to pasadena\n  When it comes to rhymes -- God damn I can rock em\n  When it comes to boots -- God damn I can knock em\n  Got mad flavor so do me a favor\n  And bump that shit it's the motherfuckin liks!\n\n  Verse two: field trip\n\n  Aiyyo, I cut like a ginsu, I been through, hell\n  And back, stabbers get swell\n  Tossed from my balls\n  Bitches lick the crush off my balls\n  Pause, yo\n  I'm lickin off walls\n  To scatter, nigga this is theory\n  And my shit is kinda fatter\n  Stagger, cause I got shanked by a dagger\n  Yo you can't fuck with the wild wild west\n  I'm a shady ass nigga and I slit you like stress\n  They say ballers only sport guess\n  But that's a motherfuckin lie 'cause I got a pair of levi's\n  Niggaz rollin thick like a new york steak\n  Field trip on the beach (now got your momma on some pancakes)\n  I know you sayin (damn that little nigga's dope)\n  I got a loaded tec nine under my motherfuckin coat\n  Niggaz wanna jack the back, never nope\n  I stick my gat down your throat, and tell your ass no\n\n  Verse three: tash\n\n  The forty's kickin in I gotta drain my main vein\n  Got drinks in my freezer bust styles I can't explain\n  And the name of my group ain't changin 'cause it fit us\n  Hit us, one time, for my cats that ain't with us\n  On the down low drinkin whiskey in the basement\n  If a sample won't clear I substitue with a replacement\n  (one two ya don't stop when it hits two o'clock\n  You can't buy the alcohol so you drink soda pop\n  Like that and uhh, it's like that\n  Sometimes it's like that)\n\n  [king tee] yeah, yeah, yeah, ay\n  How y'all like that one right there?\n  Y'all like that one?\n  Yeah, that's my boys\n  Them my boys tha alkaholiks yaknowhati'msayin?\n"},{"id":9407215,"name":"Soda Pop","trackName":"Soda Pop","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks","albumName":"21 & Over","duration":170.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hoes on my nuts just because of my position\nCan't fade the bitches that's always bitchin'\nLove to kick beats, rock rhymes on occasion\nDown with the niggas that the hoes keep pagin'\nGimme gimme gimme my gin and super-sak\nThen, let me hit the doobie, can't fuck with the rock\nBust one shot if you're (with me with me)\nNiggas swing back don't (hit me hit me)\nI can freak freak the funk the funk funk\nAnd hit skins all night if I wanna when I'm drunk\nCan't fade the pop pop pop goes the nina\nTha Liks be rockin' shows from New York to Pasadena\nWhen it comes to rhymes god damn I can rock em\nWhen it comes to boots god damn I can knock em\nGot mad flavor so do me a favor\nAnd bump that shit it's the motherfuckin' Liks!\nHey yo, I cut like a Ginsu, I been through, hell\nAnd back, stabbers get swell\nTossed from my balls\nBitches lick the crush off my balls\nPause, yo\nI'm lickin' off walls\nTo scatter, nigga this is theory\nAnd my shit is kinda fatter\nStagger, cause I got shanked by a dagger\nYo you can't fuck with the Wild Wild West\nI'm a shady ass nigga and I slit you like stress\nThey say ballers only sport Guess\nBut that's a motherfuckin' lie 'cause I got a pair of Levi's\nNiggas rollin' thick like a New York steak\nField Trip on the beach (now got your momma on some pancakes)\nI know you sayin' (damn that little nigga's dope)\nI got a loaded tec nine under my motherfuckin' coat\nNiggas wanna jack the back, never nope\nI stick my gat down your throat, and tell your ass no\nThe forty's kickin' in I gotta drain my main vein\nGot drinks in my freezer bust styles I can't explain\nAnd the name of my group ain't changin' 'cause it fit us\nHit us, one time, for my cats that ain't with us\nOn the down low drinkin' whiskey in the basement\nIf a sample won't clear I substitute with a replacement\n(One two ya don't stop when it hits two o'clock\nYou can't buy the alcohol so you drink soda pop\nLike that and uhh, it's like that\nSometimes it's like that)\nYeah, yeah, yeah, ay\nHow y'all like that one right there?\nY'all like that one?\nYeah, that's my boys\nThem my boys Tha Alkaholiks ya knowhat I'm sayin?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Soda Pop\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks\n  album: 21 & Over\n  duration_ms: 170000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Hoes on my nuts just because of my position\n  Can't fade the bitches that's always bitchin'\n  Love to kick beats, rock rhymes on occasion\n  Down with the niggas that the hoes keep pagin'\n  Gimme gimme gimme my gin and super-sak\n  Then, let me hit the doobie, can't fuck with the rock\n  Bust one shot if you're (with me with me)\n  Niggas swing back don't (hit me hit me)\n  I can freak freak the funk the funk funk\n  And hit skins all night if I wanna when I'm drunk\n  Can't fade the pop pop pop goes the nina\n  Tha Liks be rockin' shows from New York to Pasadena\n  When it comes to rhymes god damn I can rock em\n  When it comes to boots god damn I can knock em\n  Got mad flavor so do me a favor\n  And bump that shit it's the motherfuckin' Liks!\n  Hey yo, I cut like a Ginsu, I been through, hell\n  And back, stabbers get swell\n  Tossed from my balls\n  Bitches lick the crush off my balls\n  Pause, yo\n  I'm lickin' off walls\n  To scatter, nigga this is theory\n  And my shit is kinda fatter\n  Stagger, cause I got shanked by a dagger\n  Yo you can't fuck with the Wild Wild West\n  I'm a shady ass nigga and I slit you like stress\n  They say ballers only sport Guess\n  But that's a motherfuckin' lie 'cause I got a pair of Levi's\n  Niggas rollin' thick like a New York steak\n  Field Trip on the beach (now got your momma on some pancakes)\n  I know you sayin' (damn that little nigga's dope)\n  I got a loaded tec nine under my motherfuckin' coat\n  Niggas wanna jack the back, never nope\n  I stick my gat down your throat, and tell your ass no\n  The forty's kickin' in I gotta drain my main vein\n  Got drinks in my freezer bust styles I can't explain\n  And the name of my group ain't changin' 'cause it fit us\n  Hit us, one time, for my cats that ain't with us\n  On the down low drinkin' whiskey in the basement\n  If a sample won't clear I substitute with a replacement\n  (One two ya don't stop when it hits two o'clock\n  You can't buy the alcohol so you drink soda pop\n  Like that and uhh, it's like that\n  Sometimes it's like that)\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, ay\n  How y'all like that one right there?\n  Y'all like that one?\n  Yeah, that's my boys\n  Them my boys Tha Alkaholiks ya knowhat I'm sayin?\n"},{"id":37205529,"name":"Soda Pop","trackName":"Soda Pop","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks","albumName":"21 And Over","duration":169.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hoes on my nuts just because of my position\nCan't fade the bitches that's always bitchin'\nLove to kick beats, rock rhymes on occasion\nDown with the niggas that the hoes keep pagin'\nGimme gimme gimme my gin and super-sak\nThen, let me hit the doobie, can't fuck with the rock\nBust one shot if you're (with me with me)\nNiggas swing back don't (hit me hit me)\nI can freak freak the funk the funk funk\nAnd hit skins all night if I wanna when I'm drunk\nCan't fade the pop pop pop goes the nina\nTha Liks be rockin' shows from New York to Pasadena\nWhen it comes to rhymes god damn I can rock em\nWhen it comes to boots god damn I can knock em\nGot mad flavor so do me a favor\nAnd bump that shit it's the motherfuckin' Liks!\nHey yo, I cut like a Ginsu, I been through, hell\nAnd back, stabbers get swell\nTossed from my balls\nBitches lick the crush off my balls\nPause, yo\nI'm lickin' off walls\nTo scatter, nigga this is theory\nAnd my shit is kinda fatter\nStagger, cause I got shanked by a dagger\nYo you can't fuck with the Wild Wild West\nI'm a shady ass nigga and I slit you like stress\nThey say ballers only sport Guess\nBut that's a motherfuckin' lie 'cause I got a pair of Levi's\nNiggas rollin' thick like a New York steak\nField Trip on the beach (now got your momma on some pancakes)\nI know you sayin' (damn that little nigga's dope)\nI got a loaded tec nine under my motherfuckin' coat\nNiggas wanna jack the back, never nope\nI stick my gat down your throat, and tell your ass no\nThe forty's kickin' in I gotta drain my main vein\nGot drinks in my freezer bust styles I can't explain\nAnd the name of my group ain't changin' 'cause it fit us\nHit us, one time, for my cats that ain't with us\nOn the down low drinkin' whiskey in the basement\nIf a sample won't clear I substitute with a replacement\n(One two ya don't stop when it hits two o'clock\nYou can't buy the alcohol so you drink soda pop\nLike that and uhh, it's like that\nSometimes it's like that)\nYeah, yeah, yeah, ay\nHow y'all like that one right there?\nY'all like that one?\nYeah, that's my boys\nThem my boys Tha Alkaholiks ya knowhat I'm sayin?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Soda Pop\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks\n  album: 21 And Over\n  duration_ms: 169000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Hoes on my nuts just because of my position\n  Can't fade the bitches that's always bitchin'\n  Love to kick beats, rock rhymes on occasion\n  Down with the niggas that the hoes keep pagin'\n  Gimme gimme gimme my gin and super-sak\n  Then, let me hit the doobie, can't fuck with the rock\n  Bust one shot if you're (with me with me)\n  Niggas swing back don't (hit me hit me)\n  I can freak freak the funk the funk funk\n  And hit skins all night if I wanna when I'm drunk\n  Can't fade the pop pop pop goes the nina\n  Tha Liks be rockin' shows from New York to Pasadena\n  When it comes to rhymes god damn I can rock em\n  When it comes to boots god damn I can knock em\n  Got mad flavor so do me a favor\n  And bump that shit it's the motherfuckin' Liks!\n  Hey yo, I cut like a Ginsu, I been through, hell\n  And back, stabbers get swell\n  Tossed from my balls\n  Bitches lick the crush off my balls\n  Pause, yo\n  I'm lickin' off walls\n  To scatter, nigga this is theory\n  And my shit is kinda fatter\n  Stagger, cause I got shanked by a dagger\n  Yo you can't fuck with the Wild Wild West\n  I'm a shady ass nigga and I slit you like stress\n  They say ballers only sport Guess\n  But that's a motherfuckin' lie 'cause I got a pair of Levi's\n  Niggas rollin' thick like a New York steak\n  Field Trip on the beach (now got your momma on some pancakes)\n  I know you sayin' (damn that little nigga's dope)\n  I got a loaded tec nine under my motherfuckin' coat\n  Niggas wanna jack the back, never nope\n  I stick my gat down your throat, and tell your ass no\n  The forty's kickin' in I gotta drain my main vein\n  Got drinks in my freezer bust styles I can't explain\n  And the name of my group ain't changin' 'cause it fit us\n  Hit us, one time, for my cats that ain't with us\n  On the down low drinkin' whiskey in the basement\n  If a sample won't clear I substitute with a replacement\n  (One two ya don't stop when it hits two o'clock\n  You can't buy the alcohol so you drink soda pop\n  Like that and uhh, it's like that\n  Sometimes it's like that)\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, ay\n  How y'all like that one right there?\n  Y'all like that one?\n  Yeah, that's my boys\n  Them my boys Tha Alkaholiks ya knowhat I'm sayin?\n"},{"id":28892167,"name":"Soda Pop Feat. Field Trip","trackName":"Soda Pop Feat. Field Trip","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks","albumName":"21 & Over","duration":168.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hoes on my nuts just because of my position\nCan't fade the bitches that's always bitchin'\nLove to kick beats, rock rhymes on occasion\nDown with the niggas that the hoes keep pagin'\nGimme, gimme, gimme my gin and super soc\nThen let me hit the doobie, can't fuck with the rock\nBust one shot if ya with me, with me\nNiggas swingin' bats, don't hit me, hit me\nI can freak, freak the funk, the funk, funk\nAnd hit skins all night if I wanna when I'm drunk\nCan't fade the pop, pop, pop goes the nina\nThe Liks be rockin' shows from New York to Pasadena\nWhen it comes to rhymes, goddamn, I can rock 'em\nWhen it comes to boots, goddamn, I can knock 'em\nGot mad flavor, so do me a favor\nAnd bump that shit, it's the motherfuckin' Liks\n\nIt's like that\nAyo, it's like that\nIt's like that\nAnd you know it's like that\nIt's like that\nLike what?\nCheck it out, check it out, check it out, real trip\n\nAyo, I cook like a kinsu, I've been through hell\nAnd backstabbers get swelled\nDrugs for my balls, bitches lick the crust off my balls\nPause, yo, I'm lickin' off broads\nAnd scatter, nigga, this is theory and my shit is kinda badder\nStack up 'cause I got shaped by a dagger\nNo, you can't fuck with the Wild Wild West\nI'm a shady-ass nigga and I socialize stress\n\nThey say ballers only sport Guess\nWell, that's a motherfuckin' lie 'cause I got a pair of Levi's\nNiggas rollin' thick like a New York steak\nField Trip on the beat, knock out your mama on some pancakes\nI know you're sayin', \"Damn, that little nigga's dope\"\nI got a loaded TEC-9 under my motherfuckin' coat\nNiggas wanna backstab Back, that's a joke\nI stick my gat down your throat until your ass choke\n\nIt's like that, sometimes it's like that\nIt's like that, sometimes it's like that\nIt's like that, sometimes it's like that\nLike what? Check it out\n\nThe forty's kickin' in, I gotta drain my main vein\nGot drinks in my freezer, bust styles I can't explain\nAnd the name of my group ain't changin' 'cause it fit us\nHit us one time for my cats that ain't with us\nOn the down low, drinkin' whiskey in the basement\nIf a sample won't clear, I substitute with a replacement\n\nOne, two, you don't stop when it hits two o'clock\nYou can't buy the alcohol, so you drink soda pop\nLike that, hannah, it's like that\nSometimes it's like that","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Soda Pop Feat. Field Trip\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks\n  album: 21 & Over\n  duration_ms: 168000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Hoes on my nuts just because of my position\n  Can't fade the bitches that's always bitchin'\n  Love to kick beats, rock rhymes on occasion\n  Down with the niggas that the hoes keep pagin'\n  Gimme, gimme, gimme my gin and super soc\n  Then let me hit the doobie, can't fuck with the rock\n  Bust one shot if ya with me, with me\n  Niggas swingin' bats, don't hit me, hit me\n  I can freak, freak the funk, the funk, funk\n  And hit skins all night if I wanna when I'm drunk\n  Can't fade the pop, pop, pop goes the nina\n  The Liks be rockin' shows from New York to Pasadena\n  When it comes to rhymes, goddamn, I can rock 'em\n  When it comes to boots, goddamn, I can knock 'em\n  Got mad flavor, so do me a favor\n  And bump that shit, it's the motherfuckin' Liks\n\n  It's like that\n  Ayo, it's like that\n  It's like that\n  And you know it's like that\n  It's like that\n  Like what?\n  Check it out, check it out, check it out, real trip\n\n  Ayo, I cook like a kinsu, I've been through hell\n  And backstabbers get swelled\n  Drugs for my balls, bitches lick the crust off my balls\n  Pause, yo, I'm lickin' off broads\n  And scatter, nigga, this is theory and my shit is kinda badder\n  Stack up 'cause I got shaped by a dagger\n  No, you can't fuck with the Wild Wild West\n  I'm a shady-ass nigga and I socialize stress\n\n  They say ballers only sport Guess\n  Well, that's a motherfuckin' lie 'cause I got a pair of Levi's\n  Niggas rollin' thick like a New York steak\n  Field Trip on the beat, knock out your mama on some pancakes\n  I know you're sayin', \"Damn, that little nigga's dope\"\n  I got a loaded TEC-9 under my motherfuckin' coat\n  Niggas wanna backstab Back, that's a joke\n  I stick my gat down your throat until your ass choke\n\n  It's like that, sometimes it's like that\n  It's like that, sometimes it's like that\n  It's like that, sometimes it's like that\n  Like what? Check it out\n\n  The forty's kickin' in, I gotta drain my main vein\n  Got drinks in my freezer, bust styles I can't explain\n  And the name of my group ain't changin' 'cause it fit us\n  Hit us one time for my cats that ain't with us\n  On the down low, drinkin' whiskey in the basement\n  If a sample won't clear, I substitute with a replacement\n\n  One, two, you don't stop when it hits two o'clock\n  You can't buy the alcohol, so you drink soda pop\n  Like that, hannah, it's like that\n  Sometimes it's like that\n"},{"id":10270858,"name":"Soda Pop","trackName":"Soda Pop","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks feat. Field Trip","albumName":"21 & Over","duration":168.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Verse one: e-swift\n\nHoes on my nuts just because of my position\nCan't fade the bitches that's always bitchin\nLove to kick beats, rock rhymes on occasion\nDown with the niggaz that the hoes keep pagin\nGimme gimme gimme my gin and super-sak\nThen, let me hit the doobie, can't fuck with the rock\nBust one shot if you're (with me with me)\nNiggaz swing back don't (hit me hit me)\nI can freak freak the funk the funk funk\nAnd hit skins all night if I wanna when I'm drunk\nCan't fade the pop pop pop goes the nina\nTha liks be rockin shows from new york to pasadena\nWhen it comes to rhymes -- God damn I can rock em\nWhen it comes to boots -- God damn I can knock em\nGot mad flavor so do me a favor\nAnd bump that shit it's the motherfuckin liks!\n\nVerse two: field trip\n\nAiyyo, I cut like a ginsu, I been through, hell\nAnd back, stabbers get swell\nTossed from my balls\nBitches lick the crush off my balls\nPause, yo\nI'm lickin off walls\nTo scatter, nigga this is theory\nAnd my shit is kinda fatter\nStagger, cause I got shanked by a dagger\nYo you can't fuck with the wild wild west\nI'm a shady ass nigga and I slit you like stress\nThey say ballers only sport guess\nBut that's a motherfuckin lie 'cause I got a pair of levi's\nNiggaz rollin thick like a new york steak\nField trip on the beach (now got your momma on some pancakes)\nI know you sayin (damn that little nigga's dope)\nI got a loaded tec nine under my motherfuckin coat\nNiggaz wanna jack the back, never nope\nI stick my gat down your throat, and tell your ass no\n\nVerse three: tash\n\nThe forty's kickin in I gotta drain my main vein\nGot drinks in my freezer bust styles I can't explain\nAnd the name of my group ain't changin 'cause it fit us\nHit us, one time, for my cats that ain't with us\nOn the down low drinkin whiskey in the basement\nIf a sample won't clear I substitue with a replacement\n(one two ya don't stop when it hits two o'clock\nYou can't buy the alcohol so you drink soda pop\nLike that and uhh, it's like that\nSometimes it's like that)\n\n[king tee] yeah, yeah, yeah, ay\nHow y'all like that one right there?\nY'all like that one?\nYeah, that's my boys\nThem my boys tha alkaholiks yaknowhati'msayin?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Soda Pop\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks feat. Field Trip\n  album: 21 & Over\n  duration_ms: 168000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Verse one: e-swift\n\n  Hoes on my nuts just because of my position\n  Can't fade the bitches that's always bitchin\n  Love to kick beats, rock rhymes on occasion\n  Down with the niggaz that the hoes keep pagin\n  Gimme gimme gimme my gin and super-sak\n  Then, let me hit the doobie, can't fuck with the rock\n  Bust one shot if you're (with me with me)\n  Niggaz swing back don't (hit me hit me)\n  I can freak freak the funk the funk funk\n  And hit skins all night if I wanna when I'm drunk\n  Can't fade the pop pop pop goes the nina\n  Tha liks be rockin shows from new york to pasadena\n  When it comes to rhymes -- God damn I can rock em\n  When it comes to boots -- God damn I can knock em\n  Got mad flavor so do me a favor\n  And bump that shit it's the motherfuckin liks!\n\n  Verse two: field trip\n\n  Aiyyo, I cut like a ginsu, I been through, hell\n  And back, stabbers get swell\n  Tossed from my balls\n  Bitches lick the crush off my balls\n  Pause, yo\n  I'm lickin off walls\n  To scatter, nigga this is theory\n  And my shit is kinda fatter\n  Stagger, cause I got shanked by a dagger\n  Yo you can't fuck with the wild wild west\n  I'm a shady ass nigga and I slit you like stress\n  They say ballers only sport guess\n  But that's a motherfuckin lie 'cause I got a pair of levi's\n  Niggaz rollin thick like a new york steak\n  Field trip on the beach (now got your momma on some pancakes)\n  I know you sayin (damn that little nigga's dope)\n  I got a loaded tec nine under my motherfuckin coat\n  Niggaz wanna jack the back, never nope\n  I stick my gat down your throat, and tell your ass no\n\n  Verse three: tash\n\n  The forty's kickin in I gotta drain my main vein\n  Got drinks in my freezer bust styles I can't explain\n  And the name of my group ain't changin 'cause it fit us\n  Hit us, one time, for my cats that ain't with us\n  On the down low drinkin whiskey in the basement\n  If a sample won't clear I substitue with a replacement\n  (one two ya don't stop when it hits two o'clock\n  You can't buy the alcohol so you drink soda pop\n  Like that and uhh, it's like that\n  Sometimes it's like that)\n\n  [king tee] yeah, yeah, yeah, ay\n  How y'all like that one right there?\n  Y'all like that one?\n  Yeah, that's my boys\n  Them my boys tha alkaholiks yaknowhati'msayin?\n"}]